From Slave To Queen (by Karyn Anderson) novel Chapter 271

Chapter 271

Evander stiffened, a blush spreading across his fair complexion all the way to the tips of his ears.

He stared dumbfounded at Natasha, his lips parted wordlessly.

But not a single word came out.

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple hobbing, then flung his sleeve in fury and spat out, “Ridiculous

With that, he stormed of with his entourage in tow, like a gust of wind.

With Athena’s help, Natasha scrambled to her feet

She brushed the dust off her clothes, pointed at Prince Evander’s retreading figure, and snapped, “in your dreams! I’d rather marry a vagabond than you!

Stseething, she vigorously wiped her mouth with her sleeve, her eyes brimming with tears.

“What terrible luck—how did I end up running into such a jinx?” she muttered.

Athena snapped back to reality and hastily tugged Natasha toward the exit. “Let’s get out of here, now the urged.

Even though they were upstairs, there was no telling if they’d been spotted.

Better to leave now before things get worse,

Athena led Natasha away and stopped in a secluded spot. “I’ll have the coachman take you back first,” she said firmly. “What happened today–bury it deep. Not a word to anyone.”

Though caught up in her marriage predicament, Natasha knew better than to gamble with her reputation

Natasha nodded. “I’m not stupid,”

She thought, if anyone finds out about this, I’m done for.

*With how old–fashioned my dad is, he’d probably kill me himself.

“Alright, go on–hurry up,” Athena urged her.

Natasha climbed into the carriage, then leaned out the window and called, “Sorry I spoiled your fun today. I’ll make it up to you next time?”

As the carriage rolled away, Athena let out a wey smile. Still thinking about that at a time like this?‘ she thought.

She could only pray nothing would come of this–otherwise, who knew how this would play out

Athena hurried back, anasty gnawing at her. She’d been gone so long–who knew how her grandmother was doing? She needed to get back as soon as

possible.

Half an hour

Margaret was enjoying the opera in her private box when someone suddenly burst in

“Grandmother Someone utterly disheveled and battered, dropped to his knees at her feet.

Startled, Margaret steadied herself and only then did she clearly recognize the man before her it was Matthew, the second son of the Hopson Lambiy

He was a far cry from his usual polished self: his hair was matted, his clothes for and bruises marked his face,

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Chapter 271

Kneeling before her, panic written all over his face, Matthew pleaded, “Grandmother, please save me

Margaret took one look at him and knew this was seriou

Her face darkened as she demanded, “What happened?”

Matthew’s eyes darted around guilty, unable to meet her gaze.

“Speak!” Margaret densanded, her voice low and edged with anger.

Her piercing stare pinned Matthew as she slammed her palm down on the table.

Matthew glanced nervously at the thugs searching the opera house, gritted his teeth, and spilled the truth “Grandmother, I was tricked! They lured me into gambling promming a loan of ten thousand tacks of silver to be repaid in two months. But it’s only been ten days, and they’re already here demanding the money back

“They let me ten thousand taels, but after just ten days, they’re demanding twelve thousand. If I don’t pay, they said they’ll cut off my hand”

“Smack!” A resounding slap landed squarely on Matthew’s face. His head snapped sharply to the side from the force.

Margaret’s face turned deathly pale with fury as she jabbed a trembling finger at his nose and thundered, “Get out! Get out of my sight! never want to see your face again”

Matthew’s eyes widened in shock as he stared at Marganet in utter disbelief,

He couldn’t believe that his grandmother, who had always doted on her descendants, would not only strike him but also refuse to help.

“Grandmother, I’m your own flesh and blood… Matthew choked out a sob, his eyes bloodshot as he pleaded desperately with Margaret, “If you don’t save me now, they’ll beat me to death!”

Her chest heaving violently with rage, Margaret jabbed her finger under Matthew’s nose and thundered, “Col Go beg your parents for help–I wash my hands of you!”

No sooner had the words left her mouth than she collapsed in a dead faint

Gwen cried out in alarm, “Help! Someone, quick! Mrs. Monson has fainted

The commotion upstairs was unmistakable. From her vantage point, Jessa saw everything clearly.

She spotted Athena heading over with Trina in tow and figured they would be fine.

Just as she was about to turn the corner, Matthey suddenly barreled right into her.

The impact sent Athena sprawling to the ground. When Matthew realized it was her, his face registered instant astonishment.

“Ms. Monson, are you alright? Hurry, get up Trina rushed over to help her up, then shot Matthew an indignant look, “Sir, how could you be so reckless?”

Just then, a shout boomed from behind. “Stop right there!*

Scared out of his wits, Matthew instinctively hid behind Athena and blustered, “Don’t come any closer I’m the Second Young Master of the duke’s estate! If you hurt me, you’ll pay dearly!”

Bat the thugs just sneered. One of the prowled, “I don’t give a damn what kind of Second Young Master you are. Either pay up, or I’ll chop off one of

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